He thought her quite replaceable
So she was cast aside:
As he pursued some prize orchid
To satisfy his pride
But all the flowers he approached
Were priced out of his sight:
While she, carelessly cast aside
Had blossomed
With
The light
Tag: Freedom
Near Night
Waves caress the yielding sands
Like two together, holding hands
The sea receives the sun’s last kiss
As gulls cry of forgotten bliss
The tumult that was lately felt
Has faded with the dying day
As night approaches, with its gift
A belle chanson de liberté
(“Near Night” – 10/12/2014)
To share is human:
{ decorated }
she’s decorated, certainly,
but not for you, and not for you;
whatever be your appetite,
has no effect on what she’ll do
o, how the eyes betray the soul,
and leave us lone, and bitter —
she’s decorated, certainly,
but you can’t touch
the glitter
To share is human:
The Hidden Cost of Our Choices
There’s an economy of our desires
Where we want more than we can ever get
And day-to-day, as circumstance transpires
We long to do the things we haven’t yet
Some choices other things from us preclude
While more than one desire within us dwells
This is a fact not to be misconstrued
By what we choose, we forfeit something else
So even if we use no currency
We find that nothing that we choose is free
To share is human:
Called Away
In freedom’s time, he traveled on his own,
And found himself in lands, and under skies
So large, to fill them he knew he had grown —
The food that serves to feed and appetize,
The truth you were not taught, but realize.
In days of silence, so much not to say:
The talker walks, the thinker often flies.
So many fears he once had to allay
Just set aside. Connection in the day
And coming home by being called away.
To share is human:
{ Swim the Galaxy }
Tell me who I am, and I’ll tell you
About the kind of world you long to see:
A wonderland beyond expectancy,
Where what is good, and beautiful, and true
Can find a home, or sit beneath the stars
Like fireflies turned loose at last from jars.
Tell me what you’ve learned, and I’ll show you
The hope you once thought you had left behind;
To be alike, is to be of a kind
Of world that we could make or form anew —
So come and swim the galaxy with me,
For to belong is to be truly
Free
To share is human:
A Child Drawing
There’s no one more alive, absorbed –
At least, that’s known to me –
As when a child is drawing;
Pure creativity
Their line and color choices
Are not convention’s slave:
They draw because they want to
And don’t have to behave
To share is human:
Turning Heads, Twisting Hearts
And there she is, on purple roller skates;
Her purple elbow pads and matching socks –
Original, no fear of duplicates,
With longer lines than any ballot box
She’s skating by, and boys are hypnotized;
By further motions they all long to see –
She laughs, but she can also recognize
The signs that mark each future devotee
For she has no illusions on that score;
She knows they’ll come with promises and lies –
And mocks their paltry games and scheming poor,
To window shop for those she classifies
As a nice pup to pick up for a time
Then place back in its cage if it should whine
